#july poetry prompts

[reading-stains]

this is my entry for "the anti-you"

i insist you listen to the read through of this poem that can be found here in order to get the full experience

cool fact: i didn't speed up that outro. that's me talking in real time.

July Prompts

1. Piecing it together

2. Open door

3. The anti-you

4. Light on the pool

5. The boy who left

6. Climbing roses

7. Don’t be afraid of me

8. Shiba Inu

9. Clamshell

10. Eyeshadow

11. Candlestick

10. Toy chicken

11. Cabernet Sauvignon

12. Land of spirits

13. Overseas

14. Dusty

15. Dream you had

16. Saying goodbye at the train station

17. Hot sun

18. What you do at home alone

19. Pots clanging

20. Bison

21. Soda

22. Odd sorrow

23. Toxic relationship

24. Aging

25. Nurse

26. Driving on the island

27. Antique store

28. The archer

29. Bird watching

30. Freckles

31. Hedgehog

[reading-stains]

overseas: i will miss you

I mean to post the piece I write every three days. It's kind of my check up for the challenge. But this poem's really more for me than anything else, and "Overseas" (prompt 13 of @nosebleedclub) is just a poem of reflection in my journey into the diaspora. So disregarding I already posted for Prompt 12, I gift you this.

"Pero un dia volveré A buscar mi querer A soñar otra vez En mi viejo San Juan."

Excerpt from the song "En mi viejo San Juan," originally written by Noel Estrada, and it's exactly what I went with.

Hope all is well, and that you enjoy the poem. I tried to make the verses look like mountains as opposed to waves. The colors are the Puerto Rican flag, so, uh, sorry the brightness, but this was the better setting.

Thanks for reading <3

PS: If you relate to this poem in any shape or form, I think we've got this. It doesn't feel like it 90% of the time, but we've got this. It'll be okay, I think. That's what I'm going for, anyway.

[hersurvival]

I don't miss him.

I miss what I thought we had,

Could have,

Had once..

And what an odd sorrow -

To miss a daydream

Over a human being.

@nosebleedclub July 22 - Odd Sorrow

[poetry-fiction-challenge]

July Challenge Day 22

From Good Bones

The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that's a conservative estimate.

[heulwenflower]

1.Piecing it together

Most healers have to cause pain to ease the greater healing

Doctors have the rebreak bones so they heal correctly

Nurses have a reflex to say "just a scratch" while they protect you from greater evil

Time is no different

I quite liked this pair of rose tinted glasses

It was more intricate than the last

Cost more too

But it lays shattered in front of me

I've tried to fix it

I've begged time to fix it

But it's no good

As I look in the shards

I get a quick scratch and in pain I see a different reflection

That the angels aren't saintly

And make mistakes just like mortals

Blood patters along my desk from a map of scratches

The longer I hold the more damage it does

But I can't stop holding it

I'll sand it down over time

Add it to a mosaic of heartbreak that shaped me

But for the minute it has to hurt

1st July prompt from @nosebleedclub !

[an-admiring-bog]

they bloomed on St. Therese’s day,

next to the pool: three little yellow flowers

on thorny stems, fragile like bones.

I thought about picking them.

decided to leave the little omens

where they grew, and eventually died,

falling without a sound into chlorinated water,

rotting half-preserved to brown.

I forgot the rosebush. the thorns are strong now,

like mountains, to an ant

climbing in search of roses

that have not bloomed since October.

@nosebleedclub prompts:July 6: climbing roses

[daintyduck99]

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself is Rulie Coded

He's been lingering all evening. 

She's glad for it, glad he feels it too, the undeniable pull and the accompanying high keeping her in his orbit. Every touch, every smile, every word; she's caught up in them. So Julie's glad that he lingers. 

But it's starting to drive her a little crazy. 

Especially since she'd had to mold herself to his back as they flew through the city on his bike. Her stomach is still swooping, and it's only worsened by the way he leans against her door, bright and beautiful and a little windswept in his leather jacket. 

It'd been a good date. The best, possibly. 

She wants all of those firsts, those bests. 

He's speaking, still, teasing her, probably, if the glint in his eyes and the smile playing on his lips are anything to go by. The words have been lost on her ever since his gaze started flickering to her mouth, though, frequent and fascinated, like a moth to the flame. Lingering, yet not. 

He's sweet like that, but she wishes he would. Linger more; give in to the pull. 

A lock of hair falls into his eyes. She steps forward and pushes it out of his face, letting out a pleased hum as his lips part. 

Enough lingering. Time to follow through.

Her arms slip around his waist, not unlike how she held him on the bike, only she's also slipped her arms into his jacket, and she has a perfect view of his pretty face. 

His eyes are already half-closed as he leans down to meet her; his cheeks are flushed pink from more than the wind. 

His hand finds her jaw and he smiles against her mouth, and never before has following the pull felt so much like flying. 

Then his other hand finds her hip, and the swooping is fiercer than ever. She melts. 

And she shouldn't, it's not appropriate, but she can't bear to let him go, not just yet. 

So she asks him to stay, and another wild grin plays out on his mouth. He says yes. 

And Julie hopes that in the morning…

He will linger. 

[unmondefou]

It was like putting sugar in a cup of coffee

because if the painting was more detailed

like coffee grounds symbols

at the bottom of the cup

then at least

I'm going to be playing a clever

devious fortune teller on that exhibition

but, what the painting saw was two colours

Black and White, the usual prevailing mood

And there are more than two colors

--- h.harouche

(4.what the painting saw)

[thenicestthingiveseen]

prompt 7: chocolate

written for @hinnymicrofic (LET’S GO 7 PROMPTS FOR 7 DAYS)

happy world chocolate day 🍫🍪🍩✊🏾🤎

gender au/a sweet fluffy moment [272 words]

read below or on AO3

They’re lounging in bed when she gets a devilish smirk on her face. She sets her copy of Witch Weekly (yes, she actually enjoys some of the articles when they aren’t about her) down and swings a leg over Gideon’s lap, halfway hidden by the Prophet he’s been perusing for the past thirty minutes. “What if I wrote a poem for my vows?” Hallie asks as she moves the paper out of the way and settles firmly into his lap, knees locking him in position.

“I thought we agreed there could only be one poet in this relationship.”

“But it would be so good. Listen! I’ve already got the first line!” She clears her throat and says, “his eyes are the color of melted chocolate, but bloody hell, he sure is obstinate.”

“Now you’re just being cruel!” He whines as his hands reach her waist, trying to pull her closer.

As they laugh, Hallie can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Sometimes it hits her like a tidal wave and it takes her breath away when she realizes this is her life. There’s no faceless woman that will be walking down the aisle to Gideon while she watches from beyond. The woman is her.

Gideon shifts so his feet are planted on the bed, making her slightly taller than him. When she leans down to look him in the eyes, her hair forms a curtain around them and he moves one hand from her hip to cup the back of her neck.

“I also talk about your bum,” she whispers like it’s a secret before pushing her lips to his.

[burstbubbbles]

this one is so cool everyone go and applaud diana now

July Prompts

1. Piecing it together

2. Open door

3. The anti-you

4. Light on the pool

5. The boy who left

6. Climbing roses

7. Don’t be afraid of me

8. Shiba Inu

9. Clamshell

10. Eyeshadow

11. Candlestick

10. Toy chicken

11. Cabernet Sauvignon

12. Land of spirits

13. Overseas

14. Dusty

15. Dream you had

16. Saying goodbye at the train station

17. Hot sun

18. What you do at home alone

19. Pots clanging

20. Bison

21. Soda

22. Odd sorrow

23. Toxic relationship

24. Aging

25. Nurse

26. Driving on the island

27. Antique store

28. The archer

29. Bird watching

30. Freckles

31. Hedgehog

[ilajoie]

July has always been kind, what you might want to hope is for other people to be as well—and you to yourself.

[hersurvival]

Tear me to shreds

Viscera glistening in the night

Slice me open, across the stomach

And see the way the dim light of dusk

Reflects off the pooling of blood

From all the times I've bit my tongue

And swallowed my words

When I should have spit them out

@nosebleedclub July 4th - Light On The Pool

[poetry-fiction-challenge]

July Challenge Day 25

From Dear

Don't you know each other, don't you live in the air around me,

[heulwenflower]

14.dusty

Whenever I hear dusty Springfield I think of you

The rain had just started to pour,

Not that I knew yet,

As smart shuffle had put dusty on

While I shimmed into my tights,skirt and blouse

Cursed by indiscision on which waistcoat to button myself into,

Brown or a beautiful deep jewel blue,

In the end the choice was clear

I needed something as beautiful as our story would be

I sprayed my perfume

Added the final touches

Slipped and strapped into my patent heels,

Shining bright just for you,

I fought with my brolly the entire way

Until I got to you

Suddenly welsh winter rain didn't mean a thing

And I didn't notice I was sopping wet

Everything was warm and sunny with you by my side

In that coffee shop time sped by

I wish I could've held the clock hands

And wind them them round as i pleased

Our laughter lit up the streets as we walked home

We parted but I glowed the entire way home

Prompt from @nosebleedclub

[ayetsut]

2/31

when i was a child, i used to balk at the sight of moths, flitting and flying, barreling towards me as if i had been some ball of shining light in this world i would screech and run, i would laugh and cry it used to be so simple when i was a teenager, i would avoid attention at any cost, so certain and so determined that someone would find fault within my growing, unknowable body i would blush and shudder, i would freeze and smile it used to be so easy too now, i crawl into my bed that is too big for myself alone, too claustrophobic despite myself alone i wrap myself in unmade comfort, i hide away from that light i revert back to a teenager, a child, a naïve little thing stuck in a 27 year old body i'm no longer scared of moths nor of curious stares from my peers i fear for such simple easy answers instead of this clinging and gnawing, unwelcomed yet devoted feeling that is sorely my own i fear that this is undeniably, inevitably all that i will know when i get lonely (i fear) -ayetsut

[furiousphantombluebird]

Scorch

The sun looms in the sky: Red and hot and mad.

He glares idly at the earth; Idolatry of the rays is in vain.

In distant disinterest he squints At a defenceless humanity.

Light beams through the atmosphere Like a colossal magnifying glass.

The little people below scorch Easier than ants -

They are ants to the sun. He is apathetic.

Prompt from @nosebleedclub - July 17, Hot sun